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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2019 21:53:22 GMT -5
"Stupid luck," muttered Vanessa to herself, gripping a branch to keep herself in the tree as she bent over and looked down at Astolfo. Her expression was mildly worried, since she hadn't expected him to come tumbling down like that. Since things seemed to have been taken care of on the forest floor - at least to the blix's knowledge - she dropped down to the next branch and then the forest floor. She missed landing on Astolfo and the mushroom, though she might have been tempted to see if his luck would have included avoiding her. "Thanks for dropping in," she said, her pun horribly clanking against her vocal cords. She used her shoe to poke at the mushroom, eyebrows rising. "You might want to get out of that. It may be poisonous." She wasn't sure. Giant mushrooms weren't that common where she was from and certainly not this type. She wished she had some of her collection jars and vials on her. But something told her that the House wouldn't be too willing to let her take home parts of the rooms. "Any thoughts on how to get out of the room now you've almost died twice in it?" she asked. She didn't say 'I told you so' but she hoped she didn't need to. Rolling over onto his stomach like he was on a big cushion, Astolfo simply grinned. "No problem! Looks like you hung in there just fine yourself." He rested his head on his hands and kicked his legs around lazily, making it obvious that since they were both now out of danger, he was perfectly comfortable. "Eh? Unless it's magical poison, I don't gotta worry about it." The rider hummed, "And even then, it has to be some pretty strong stuff." He had some pretty good Magic Resistance thanks to the passive effect of one of his Noble Phantasms, so he wasn't worried about that kind of thing. He tilted his head to the side at Vanessa's last question. He'd almost died twice? He wasn't sure about that. "I may be a pretty terrible Servant, but it'll take more then a small fall and some ghost wolves to kill me. We're pretty durable when we're not fighting each other. Now if that had been the case, yeah, I'd probably be in trouble." That was putting it bluntly as usual... "As for getting out? No. But I did notice something weird while searching for you." Astolfo finally rolled off the shroom, and walked a small distance away. He turned back towards Vanessa, then pointed at his cape, which was swaying sideways in a light wind. "See that? Now watch." He moved forward a bit and stopped. Curiously, the cloth was now moving slightly more behind him now, even though he was still facing the same way. "Depending on where you are, the wind changes direction." Vanessa's head turned minutely and her eyes narrowed with interest as Astolfo stated what he could survive. Concerning. Would her sleeping darts even work on him if the time came? But she didn't ask, she just said, "Interesting. Good to know that I need not concern myself with it." And apparently he agreed with her because he didn't think ghost creatures and falling out of the sky was near death experiences. She didn't know what to make of this guy. He was beyond weird and just continued to be less and less logical as she delved deeper. She watched him clamber out of the mushroom and then wave around his cape - a cape, how flashy and quaint - to show her his discovery. Considering her experience with the Paradox House that sounded about right. "Then I'd assume the point of the room is to follow the direction of the wind," said Vanessa. She waved to indicate the direction of the wind.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 9, 2019 23:08:50 GMT -5
"Maladict," answered the vampire, dipping at the waste in a half-bow. "Pleasure to meet you." He was sure the man hadn't understood why he'd blinked in saying something like that and Maladict just allowed the slightest smile on his lips. Hector was free to ask, but this hadn't exactly been the first time the House had blinked him in saying something out of context. It seemed to favor it and it probably wouldn't be the last time. With careful hands, he shook out the cloak he was wearing. It was a bit more shabby than it originally had been when he'd enlisted. Even a day of walking - oh, sorry, marching - could put a fair bit of dust on it. And then the rain had made it almost mud. He was lucky he didn't have to sleep on the ground, though the sad fact of the matter was he had two choices tonight: not sleep at all or go out in the rain and somehow stay dry while he found a tree to hang upside-down from. "You are from Earth?" he questioned. "Or ... someplace else?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 10, 2019 1:05:07 GMT -5
Since saying 'I'm from Troy' was about as recognizable as what Maladict was about to say he didn't feel so bad about the fact he wouldn't be able to recognize 'Earth' geography if it hit him. "I'm from Borogravia. Which is not on Earth, just to be clear." Best to get it out of the way ... "It's on the Discworld. Flat planet on the back of four elephants which are standing on the back of a giant tortoise." He stopped there, apparently grimly set for the questions he saw coming. He was learning a lot about 'Earth' however. Nothing which really made it sound less weird. "And have you been blinking long?" he added, just to make sure the conversation - such as it was starting - wouldn't stall at the dissonance between their two different universes.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 10, 2019 2:24:43 GMT -5
Well, that was easier than he thought. Maladict at least knew what a giant was. It was easier to think of a giant holding up the sky than a round world. He had to ask though, since he'd been told Earth was round of all things ... "How does this giant stand on a round planet?" He hesitated at Hector's next question, but nodded. "I haven't been here long and not as long as many others. I have been in very few rooms and they have not seemed to end as rumored." So far he'd just blinked out before he saw the ending of them.
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Mar 10, 2019 18:00:53 GMT -5
Riley shrugged. "Snow sounds neat too." He offered, happy that she hadn't seemed to react to what he'd said. "Oh cool! What are you studying?" College was something he did understand. Though he personally wouldn't go off for school, many of those in the middle classes did. "I currently am the head of the servants at Maya's palace." Riley explained. "So, I keep pretty busy. Though, she forces me to takes breaks from time to time." A gentle smile played at the corner of his lips. "If anything, just to gossip with her. Or play one of her games."
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: Living Room Interactions: Rae Mentions: N/A "Photography mainly," Rae said, "and then some general classes. I'm only in my second semester so I've still got a ways to go before I'm done!" But it was fine, she enjoyed her classes and functioned way better when kept busy as she was. Somehow, as Riley explained what he did, Rae hadn't thought of him as someone in charge. Maybe it was his rather unassuming demeanor she'd been acquainted with that failed to give her that impression. "Wow, so you're like some kind of big shot then?" Rae teased her words lightly. It was actually kind of cool, though it seemed like a lot of responsibility would be involved in that. "Maya sounds fun," she then noted from how Riley spoke of her.
Rae had to wonder, as queen-to-be, how much Maya knew of her, if anything. It was weird to think she could be known about in a completely separate universe, though maybe she was just sealed away in those letters as only a name vaguely connected to Din's rule. Hm. "So what sorts of game does she make you play?" she asked, curious if there were more similarities between their worlds.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 11, 2019 1:06:02 GMT -5
Almost surprised, Elliot gave Myrnin a firm nod. In silence he listened as to what the vampire said. There were questions that crossed his mind, some which overlapped towards others. created.... A few words lapped his thoughts more then others. Drinking.... He silently nodded crossing his arms to create a mental image of vampires of Myrnin's world. Burned in sunlight sounds like those of the mixed breeds.... He nodded slowly, "Do all vampires have the same weaknesses or does it vary?" He asked for more emphasis before falling silence once more to listen intently towards Myrnin's explanation. The natural enhanced abilities was of no surprise to him, should that have been absent perhaps a different reaction would come to mind. Lastly time, something which was mixed among the people, but there unfortunately. At the mention of questions, Elliot raised a hand as that of a child whom is addressing themselves to their instructor. "You mention created." He asked, with a brief pause. "Is that to indicate that there is one singular entity which creates vampires?" He raised a brow. "For us, vampires are either Indigenous or spurious." There is also the rumored story but that has yet to be proven... He pushed aside the weakest link. "Indigenous are born to one or both vampiric parents. The child will become a result of its parents blood. Blood results in the inheriting of strengths and weaknesses. The stronger the blood quality the further your children will succeed. This means that the Spurious have a chance for their generations to achieve higher up the existing hierarchy." His voice carried distaste towards his last sentence. Unconsciously he tightened his own grip on himself, "Spurious are what you consider created. They are individuals whom care only for themselves." He stretched his neck back, he herd an internal minor snap. "Spurious carry many weaknesses, if not more then one whom makes a pact with demon. With a few exceptions, Spurious can easily be forced to submit to anyone of higher blood." He shook his head with a tisk rolling off the tongue. "Since I asked a question, it is only fair that I respond to yours; should you have any."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 12, 2019 0:11:55 GMT -5
The vampire paused. Kelsier's reaction wasn't something he'd seen coming. Maladict blinked, wanting to look away. It almost felt like a moment he shouldn't be witnessing; it was too privet for him to really understand. He watched the local wildlife, in this case a butterfly with drab wings, fluttering around the upper branches of the trees. Kelsier asked his question and Maladict jerked out of what he'd been thinking. In this case that Borogravia was a bit too rainy right now to look much like this, but the forest and mountains could pass for green. "Yes," he answered. It was hard to imagine a world which wouldn't have that. He knew a small bit about other places, but only in a vague sense. There were supposed to be places with large expanses of sand or rocks everywhere. Was that the sort of place Kelsier came from? "Are there no green plants where you come from?" the vampire questioned. There was a loud hiss from the undergrowth, but Maladict ignored it for now. “There used to be.” Kelsier’s fingers brushed the velvet petals of a tiny flower the color of an ocean sunrise. He moved as though to pluck it, but stopped, somehow unable to rob even that small amount of beauty from its natural lifespan. “Or so I’m told, by people who can remember it. All our plants are brown now.” the mistborn tilted his head back, looking up at the golden rays of sun that managed to fall between the huge leaves. “And my sky is different. The sun is there, but you can’t see it for the ashes and the mist.” The hiss tore him out of his thoughts and he glanced at Maladict, as though he expected the vampire to understand what it meant. When the older blinker didn’t react, neither did he, though he did glance curiously at the spot for a moment before turning back to his new companion with a cheerful smile. “If this is what your whole world looks like, I envy you. But I still wouldn’t leave my world, even if it is as ugly as the Lord Ruler’s face.” "As you say ..." said Maladict with hesitation. He slowly turned, looking around at the forest. He flinched ever so slightly at the flippant way Kelsier talked about his ruler. "Is it wise to speak like that?" he asked in a low voice. He slowly started walking, but at least with the forethought to not go in the direction of the hissing. His hair blew gently against the grain, which annoyed him enough that he patted down his widow's-peak styled hair. Kelsier's world sounded pretty bad. But Mal presumed he couldn't be one to talk. His own country was in perpetual war. He doubted the rest of the world had it much better.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 12, 2019 1:01:26 GMT -5
Raizel walked over towards a rather large and comfy chair on the side. Picking it up with ease, he relocated it to the area the three of them were discussing. Putting the seat down he next reached for another chair setting it at a small gap between the first chair. Lastly he grabbed the wooden chair that was along the wall behind him setting it down across the two other chairs. It was a rather out of discussion action, but he found the need to do so nonetheless. "It seems we have been standing for a good amount of time." He softly addressed the minor detail. "Fair Lady Pallet, please take a seat why don't you?" He politely addressed the demon. He briefly closed his eyes, placing his right hand over his chest as a friendly gesture to invite the demon to sit. With his left hand he waved his hand towards the nicest chair of the lot.
Next Raizel turned to Ougi, "Please wont you as well take a seat." He turned , now waving towards the second nicest chair. After inviting the two to take a seat, he proceeded to take a seat on the simple wooden chair himself. Sitting upright his back slightly away from the end of the chair, he continued to address the group. "There is something of most concern that I feel like I must address." Raizel softly spoke up once again. His scarlet eyes illuminating brightly. "For someone of your statute, you unfortunately do not act like that of my lord." He looked briefly down before returning his attention to the two. "I do not believe Lucifer would appreciate your imperious actions, should it be discovered to whom you've addressed yourself to." He straightened his back keeping a mellow expression. Indirectly he revealed that he had read the demon's thoughts.
Proceeding to cross his legs, he rested his hands on his lap before leaning slightly forward. "Removing the cause, souls are overwhelmingly the response of death." Still keeping a soft facial expression, his gaze had sharpened pushing aside his naive nature, to address some personal issues that were not settling with him. "Souls are unique, each with their own means and desires. If the world were suddenly to end, and everyone massively met their end suddenly. Then you are left with a realty filled of conflicted souls. Those souls are then collected, you have a massive increase in souls." He now rested the left side of his face along his left palm. "Then where does your future stock of souls come from?" His eyes softened once more. "If the entire world full of life has been obliterated, left with no opportunity to regrow your new harvest." He paused once more to look off to the side, "Then where will you get more if the world which you rely on is gone?"
"Think about the world as a farm. A world where humans are planted and cultivated to grow. Once they are ripe, the necessary parties harvest them. Leaving a replenishment to continue producing well into the next cycle." He now leaned back in his chair. "In order to keep this cycle going, we must preserve that which already exists. Therefore we must learn from humans to assure that their innovations do not disrupt to on going cycle which many of us benefit from." Raizel fell silent now, letting out a hefty sigh from his rather long statement. He rarely talked much, and when he did it took a lot out of him. On the other hand, he understood many ideals given his experience executing those who stood against humanity. Though not agreeing with his opponents he understood their viewpoints.
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Mar 12, 2019 20:21:25 GMT -5
Riley gave a nod. He knew what photography was, it did exist in his world, but he was a bit uncomfortable with information about himself getting out, he wasn't sure if he liked this conversation. "That's really cool." He said, a small smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. As she commented on his work, Riley opened his mouth to answer, the smile growing a little bit before he spoke. "Eh, no not really. I wouldn't consider nepotism making me a big shot."
He looked down at his bare feet, but nodded again when Rae commented on Maya. "Yeah, she's pretty great." Silence fell and Riley was having a hard time looking up from his feet. He lifted his hand to mess with his jacket a bit, making sure that it fully covered his chest. "Oh, well... Maya is named after the Goddess of Illusions." He wasn't sure if Rae knew anything about how the royals were named or not. "So, she likes to practice on me. She follows me around while I'm doing my duties. I walk into one room and I'm explaining to the staff what to do, then I walk into another room and I'm in the middle of Temple, faced with a High Priestess, an assassin, and a cat." He chuckled, a real chuckle, at the memory. "It's not always a Temple, but it will be something along those lines, just to mess with me. When I first started coming here, I thought this was one of her illusions. I'm still not totally sure it isn't, if I'm completely honest." Though, then again, Maya wouldn't have known about mermaids.
_________________________________________ ~Riley~ Location: Living Room Interactions: Rae Mentions: N/A
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If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Mar 12, 2019 20:32:34 GMT -5
Pallet was watching the other two entities, more to see how they reacted to her blunt words than anything else. Were they sensitive? Ougi was not, but Raizel seemed to have a kind of sensitivity to him that Pallet would happily dig into if she decided to truly put in the effort. The Demon gave a gentle, polite smile to Ougi as the young woman spoke. “Some do, well Demon’s specifically, I’m not a very well known Demon compared to say Baal or Beelzebub, as they are centuries older than me and have the talent to possess individuals. But there are people who believe in the existence of Demons, though not as many as there used to be. Which is both a shame and a bit of a help to us.” She explained easily, though there was a small frown at her lips.
The expression stayed as Raizel moved toward the chairs and started moving them. As he asked her to sit, Pallet stared at him for a long moment before she finally complied. She crossed her legs at the ankles, folding her hands into her lap. Her eyebrow quirked when he said there were things he needed to address. At his mention of her Lord, by name, she became visibly guarded, the corners of her mouth pulling in, nearly pursing. A myriad of thoughts ran through the Demon’s mind. She had caught on quickly that he had read her mind, which was annoying. But that wasn’t the only annoying thing. He had implied that he was somehow important enough that Lucifer would not like the ways in which she had addressed him. As if, somehow, Raizel deserved more respect than Baal, Beelzabub, Abbadon, or even Asmodai. Honestly, the implication was hilarious on its own. More than that was his implication that he thought that her Lucifer, her betrothed, would be upset with her for acting in the exact way that she had been trained to act, by her Lord. She was an authority of everyone, she was better than all those who met her, and they were to bow to her. Human, Demon, Nephilim, or Angel. They were at her mercy.
And then Raizel continued. The end of the world? The corners of Pallet’s lips twitched into a small smile. When the man finally stopped talking the Demon sat in silence for a few moments before a gentle giggle broke through, slowly it grew more and more into a full on laugh. She covered mouth daintily with her hand, her shoulders bouncing up and down as the sound of her beautiful laugh filled the air. After a long a moment, her laugh finally died out. She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye. “Oh my, I needed that. I can’t remember the last time I had a good laugh.” Pallet gave a content sigh. She shook her head, giving another soft chuckle. “The human world isn’t a farm, we don’t rely on it. It’s nothing more than a tug-of-war match.” She let those words hang in the air for a bit, letting them sink in. Just how wrong this...whatever he was, whoever he was, had proven himself to be. As the silence hung over them, Pallet crossed her legs, her demeanor changing as she allowed her innocent facade to fall away. The Demon leaned back in the nice chair, swinging her legs up over the arm so she was lounging, comfortably. She suddenly looked powerful in her laziness, and far more appealing in a very different way, as her eyes turned a deep crimson.
“We don’t use the souls, they don’t give us anything.” She gave a one shoulder shrug, as she corrected herself. “Other than a bit of entertainment when we’re particularly bored.” It was laughable, as she had proven, that he thought that human souls were somehow important to the Demons, in a similar way cattle were to humans. “And not that this really matters, as you were just using a hypothetical, but I was created to rebuild the Divine Bridges and bring around the end of Heaven and Earth as we know it and put Lord Lucifer in his position as Supreme Sovereign.” A playful smirk tugged at her lips, but that only seemed to add on to how truthful her words were. However, the smirk disappeared, and she suddenly just looked...bored. “It was cute, at first, oh wise Raizel, to inform me on the relationship between Demons and humans in my world. To hear, oh prophet of the stupid, the intricacies of a world that you have never been and never will be. I thought I was clear before, lord of the simple, that projecting your feeble ideas of your own world onto one you know absolutely nothing about just makes you more annoying than your existence does alone.” Her tone, though just as bored as she looked, had a scathing twist to it. “To sum up, and go back to what you first said about my ‘imperious actions’, or whatever.” A wave of her hand to show just how unimportant those words were to her. Her nails grabbed her attention with the motion and she looked over them, making sure they were just as she liked them. “My Lord Lucifer would only disagree with one thing that I have done today, and that is sparing your life despite talking to his bride-to-be in such a pompous, arrogant, and sinfully proud manner.”
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~Pallet Glacemen~ Location: The Living Room Interactions: Raizel, Ougi, and Xander Mentions: N/A
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"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Mar 12, 2019 21:55:17 GMT -5
"Ah." So her teasing might have fallen a little flat there. Rae watched Riley, blinking in response to his mannerisms. Even to her, who often times missed certain social cues, had begun to notice his little reactions, although she wasn't too sure on what could be making him uncomfortable.
She drummed her fingers against the armrest, listening again as he spoke and she let out a small laugh as he recalled the encounter to her. "I can see why," she said. She held up her hands then, grinning a bit. "But I can promise you that I'm 100 percent real!" Still hung up on catching Riley's actions, Rae thought to distract him from whatever his uneasiness had come from, maybe get him to loosen up with the House. "Why don't we take walk?" she asked and tipped her head towards the hallway. "Then I can show you all the cool stuff."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Mar 13, 2019 5:46:34 GMT -5
Arlo tensed momentarily at his touch- she still wasn't used to sensing energy and with everything happening in her world she'd nearly forgotten that she even had powers- before she relaxed again. Well, relaxed as much she could given her current situation. She continued turning the locket over as she shook her head in response to his questions. "I-I tried, but it's gone. It's gone and I can't find Mr Brennan and I know he wouldn't just leave us here!" she replied, her words growing louder and faster until she finally stopped and and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "I've been waiting near where we left the boat, but I have to stay hidden...” She glanced up for a moment before gaze dropped to the locket again. Bits of light green energy flickered faintly around her fingers, but she didn't notice it. “I don't think anyone's coming...” Not to help her anyway. It was entirely possible that the people who'd killed her parents were looking for her...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 13, 2019 15:16:22 GMT -5
Almost surprised, Elliot gave Myrnin a firm nod. In silence he listened as to what the vampire said. There were questions that crossed his mind, some which overlapped towards others. created.... A few words lapped his thoughts more then others. Drinking.... He silently nodded crossing his arms to create a mental image of vampires of Myrnin's world. Burned in sunlight sounds like those of the mixed breeds.... He nodded slowly, "Do all vampires have the same weaknesses or does it vary?" He asked for more emphasis before falling silence once more to listen intently towards Myrnin's explanation. The natural enhanced abilities was of no surprise to him, should that have been absent perhaps a different reaction would come to mind. Lastly time, something which was mixed among the people, but there unfortunately. At the mention of questions, Elliot raised a hand as that of a child whom is addressing themselves to their instructor. "You mention created." He asked, with a brief pause. "Is that to indicate that there is one singular entity which creates vampires?" He raised a brow. "For us, vampires are either Indigenous or spurious." There is also the rumored story but that has yet to be proven... He pushed aside the weakest link. "Indigenous are born to one or both vampiric parents. The child will become a result of its parents blood. Blood results in the inheriting of strengths and weaknesses. The stronger the blood quality the further your children will succeed. This means that the Spurious have a chance for their generations to achieve higher up the existing hierarchy." His voice carried distaste towards his last sentence. Unconsciously he tightened his own grip on himself, "Spurious are what you consider created. They are individuals whom care only for themselves." He stretched his neck back, he herd an internal minor snap. "Spurious carry many weaknesses, if not more then one whom makes a pact with demon. With a few exceptions, Spurious can easily be forced to submit to anyone of higher blood." He shook his head with a tisk rolling off the tongue. "Since I asked a question, it is only fair that I respond to yours; should you have any." "All have the same weakness," answered Myrnin, suddenly hesitantly. But then he shrugged and picked up again. A lot of those in the House already knew what could and couldn't hurt him. "When a vampire gets older it just gets harder to hurt them that way. Young ones could die by a little exposure to sun. I am not young. It would take a long time to kill me that way." He tapped his fingers together, waiting for the questions and then puzzling out what he meant. "The vampires of your world can produce offspring," Myrnin checked. "And other can be changed which makes them more powerful but also with more weaknesses?" He seemed ... almost amused. "Then we are much like your spurious, though with less weaknesses. We are not changed by a single entity - though there there have been vampires in our history who were prevalent in creating others. I could change someone just like most any other vampire if they know how. We also have bloodlines - or a hierarchy of blood and power. It is much more fluid, it seems. It is just based on age. Those who are older are more powerful. Those who are younger can rarely overshadow them."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 13, 2019 16:39:11 GMT -5
“There used to be.” Kelsier’s fingers brushed the velvet petals of a tiny flower the color of an ocean sunrise. He moved as though to pluck it, but stopped, somehow unable to rob even that small amount of beauty from its natural lifespan. “Or so I’m told, by people who can remember it. All our plants are brown now.” the mistborn tilted his head back, looking up at the golden rays of sun that managed to fall between the huge leaves. “And my sky is different. The sun is there, but you can’t see it for the ashes and the mist.” The hiss tore him out of his thoughts and he glanced at Maladict, as though he expected the vampire to understand what it meant. When the older blinker didn’t react, neither did he, though he did glance curiously at the spot for a moment before turning back to his new companion with a cheerful smile. “If this is what your whole world looks like, I envy you. But I still wouldn’t leave my world, even if it is as ugly as the Lord Ruler’s face.” "As you say ..." said Maladict with hesitation. He slowly turned, looking around at the forest. He flinched ever so slightly at the flippant way Kelsier talked about his ruler. "Is it wise to speak like that?" he asked in a low voice. He slowly started walking, but at least with the forethought to not go in the direction of the hissing. His hair blew gently against the grain, which annoyed him enough that he patted down his widow's-peak styled hair. Kelsier's world sounded pretty bad. But Mal presumed he couldn't be one to talk. His own country was in perpetual war. He doubted the rest of the world had it much better. Kelsier saw the twitch out of the corner of his eye smirked to himself. He hadn’t said it with the intention of getting a reaction, but he was pleased with himself anyway. So Maladict probably respected whatever the equivalent of the Lord Ruler in his own world was. Or deeply feared him, judging by his almost hunted tone, as though he expected guards to come bursting out of the bushes and behead him. “No.” He answered, simple and bluntly honest as he began to walk alongside the other blinker. “But I never said I was a wise man, and I say what I want to say. The Lord Ruler is a tyrant and a coward, and he’s earned nothing but contempt from me. He breathed in the earthy scent of leaves and fresh dirt, then sneezed twice as unfamiliar pollen assaulted his senses. He exhaled slowly once he could breath again and scratched an itch on his arm, glancing at the vampire with his lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I’m guessing you’re authority figures wouldn’t appreciate their faces being insulted?”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Mar 14, 2019 23:08:17 GMT -5
Vanessa's head turned minutely and her eyes narrowed with interest as Astolfo stated what he could survive. Concerning. Would her sleeping darts even work on him if the time came? But she didn't ask, she just said, "Interesting. Good to know that I need not concern myself with it." And apparently he agreed with her because he didn't think ghost creatures and falling out of the sky was near death experiences. She didn't know what to make of this guy. He was beyond weird and just continued to be less and less logical as she delved deeper. She watched him clamber out of the mushroom and then wave around his cape - a cape, how flashy and quaint - to show her his discovery. Considering her experience with the Paradox House that sounded about right. "Then I'd assume the point of the room is to follow the direction of the wind," said Vanessa. She waved to indicate the direction of the wind. Considering they had no other leads to go off of at the moment, "Works for me!" Astolfo placed his hands behind his head and started walking, humming a carefree tune as he went. He figured Vanessa would follow after him, unless she wanted to stay behind for some reason. After a small distance the wind changed again and the Servant adjusted his direction accordingly. This was more like it. They finally got to explore without something chasing after them. The forest was silent, any life that had been there previously probably having fled in terror. The scenery itself was still pretty though, especially since he was beginning to leave the destruction zone caused by La Black Luna behind and once again enter lush forest.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 15, 2019 0:18:34 GMT -5
Arlo tensed momentarily at his touch- she still wasn't used to sensing energy and with everything happening in her world she'd nearly forgotten that she even had powers- before she relaxed again. Well, relaxed as much she could given her current situation. She continued turning the locket over as she shook her head in response to his questions. "I-I tried, but it's gone. It's gone and I can't find Mr Brennan and I know he wouldn't just leave us here!" she replied, her words growing louder and faster until she finally stopped and and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "I've been waiting near where we left the boat, but I have to stay hidden...” She glanced up for a moment before gaze dropped to the locket again. Bits of light green energy flickered faintly around her fingers, but she didn't notice it. “I don't think anyone's coming...” Not to help her anyway. It was entirely possible that the people who'd killed her parents were looking for her... (sorry for the wait!) There was a long moment when Kid consider this, lips pressed together in what he hoped wasn't too much of a worried expression. He had no idea who this Mr. Brennan was, but he wasn't completely sure Arlo was going to find him or find him helpful. "Is there another way off the island?" he asked gently. He knew that Arlo needed to deal with her grief, that she needed to address the panic and confusion she was feeling, but he just needed to know she had some sort of plan to stay safe when she returned to her world. "Or is there anything or anyone else on the island who can help you?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 15, 2019 0:29:34 GMT -5
"As you say ..." said Maladict with hesitation. He slowly turned, looking around at the forest. He flinched ever so slightly at the flippant way Kelsier talked about his ruler. "Is it wise to speak like that?" he asked in a low voice. He slowly started walking, but at least with the forethought to not go in the direction of the hissing. His hair blew gently against the grain, which annoyed him enough that he patted down his widow's-peak styled hair. Kelsier's world sounded pretty bad. But Mal presumed he couldn't be one to talk. His own country was in perpetual war. He doubted the rest of the world had it much better. Kelsier saw the twitch out of the corner of his eye smirked to himself. He hadn’t said it with the intention of getting a reaction, but he was pleased with himself anyway. So Maladict probably respected whatever the equivalent of the Lord Ruler in his own world was. Or deeply feared him, judging by his almost hunted tone, as though he expected guards to come bursting out of the bushes and behead him. “No.” He answered, simple and bluntly honest as he began to walk alongside the other blinker. “But I never said I was a wise man, and I say what I want to say. The Lord Ruler is a tyrant and a coward, and he’s earned nothing but contempt from me. He breathed in the earthy scent of leaves and fresh dirt, then sneezed twice as unfamiliar pollen assaulted his senses. He exhaled slowly once he could breath again and scratched an itch on his arm, glancing at the vampire with his lips quirked up in a half-smile. “I’m guessing you’re authority figures wouldn’t appreciate their faces being insulted?” "I see," murmured Maladict, looking away. He tried to think of his own ruler. No one would speak of the Duchess like that - though he'd heard the other recruits mutter about her being dead. He believed it. No one like her could still be alive. But that didn't stop her being all they had. Why else would they fight if not for the fact that they needed to protect their country from her cousin? Speaking discontent wouldn't harm him but it would harm others ... "Their face is everywhere," he said allowed. "It is no more or less than any other, but insulting it would do nothing for anyone." He waved in the direction of the woods, sure he'd heard something. Maybe ... a distant exclamation of noise? "Did you hear that?" And then sound poured over Maladict, loud, roaring, and overwhelming. He clamped his hands over his ears and curled into a ball, his senses on fire. The sound would have been less for Kelsier, but still very, very loud. Louder for those with better attuned hearing. (That would be the other set of characters in this room. XD Though I'm running a bit behind.)
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 12:05:12 GMT -5
Ougi blinked back into the living room, her arms reaching up in a stretch with her feet one in front of the other. When her hands separated and dropped back to her sides, her sleeves flopped down unceremoniously and her head rotated slowly to take in her surroundings. She had been leaving school, and oddly enough did not seem to carry a bag or any supplies with her. But the upperclassmen walking in front of the oddity had disappeared, and she was no longer allowed to pester them. Hopefully the Paradox House would provide her with someone else entertaining enough to take their place. For now she took out her notepad from a pocket in her uniform and crossed out the tea recipe Pallet had given her. Oshino didn't seem too keen on making it, and she could only assume it was because he was human. She had even promised that he didn't have to drink it. An audible sigh left her mouth, her eyes closing in a conceding display as she returned the notepad to her pocket.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 12:28:38 GMT -5
“Station log, Minkovski commanding. I think I’m almost - “ With a sharp inhale, the station commander cut herself off midsentence as everything around her changed in the blink of an eye. She stumbled backwards, log recorder falling from her hand and hitting the floor with a dull thud of metal against carpet. “What...the hell...” Thinking fast, she reached for the walkie talkie strapped to her belt and pressed her thumb against the comms button, bringing the device to her mouth. “Eiffel. Hera. Hilbert. This is Commander Minkovski. Does anyone copy?” Silence. Her voice was strained now as she repeated the question - “I said...does anyone copy?” Nothing. Not even the crackle of an empty channel. “God dammit...” she muttered, replacing the useless device back where she’d gotten it from. “Okay. Think logically, Commander. You are an officer on orbiting station Wolf 359. There has got to be a logical explanation for this. What would Hilbert say?” Suddenly aware of the weakness in her knees, she stumbled back again, this time landing shakily on the nearest couch. “Okay...okay...calm down. Think. What was going on before you got here?” Just as she’d started to get a hold of herself, a small girl appeared in front of her, cold eyes staring right through her. Letting out a string of fairly dramatic cuss words, she jumped backwards as far as her position would allow, back hitting the back of the couch with a thump. She reached automatically for her weapon, only to find that it was gone. “Who are you?” she shouted instead, demanding an answer from the ominous stranger. “What the hell is this place?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 12:46:46 GMT -5
A voice jutted into the room from behind her and one of Ougi's feet sidestepped, creating a point on which her whole body pivoted to look at the new blinker. Her stance was upright, her chin raised while she gave them an expression of assessment. Those dark, void-like eyes followed the other blinker to the couch while the student herself remained stationary. Ah-they seemed to be in a bit of distress. "You won't be able to contact anyone here," was her first response to the questioning. There was an inkling of a smile starting at one end of her mouth; she was noticeably pleased at this person's befuddlement. If she were more competitive physically, this would be the moment where she would take advantage of the opportunity and beat up the newcomer. But thankfully for them, she was more interested in the mental upper hand. "My name is Oshino Ougi. And you're Renée Minkovski, as you just said," she murmured, introducing them both to each other on her own--even though this blinker hadn't actually stated their full name. "This is called the Paradox House... I will have to disagree with you though: there is not a logical explanation for this place." Her expression had turned to a complete smirk by now, and she saw it fit to start stepping toward her. "Don't worry, there is nothing to fear here as long as you take the right precautions. And trust the right people."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 13:00:18 GMT -5
Minkovski swallowed hard, then took a short breath, trying to slow her wildly racing heart as the other spoke, confirming her immediate suspicions. Something was very, very wrong here. She wasn’t dreaming...that much was clear from the crispness of her surroundings and the feeling in her skin...dreams didn’t feel like this. This was, somehow, defying every bit of logic she knew, very real. She stared back at the person...entity...in front of her, as she introduced herself, and her blood ran cold as she heard her own first name leave the girl’s mouth. “Oshino Ougi, huh...” she repeated, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The name was strange...was it Chinese? Or Japanese? “And who are those ‘right people’ I’m supposed to trust?” she asked, voice a practiced facade of a calm she didn’t feel now. If there was any one thing she couldn’t afford to do, it was panic. “For example, you just called me Renée Minkovski, and I know for a fact I didn’t say my first name, so that leads me to believe that you somehow have my personnel file, with or without permissions from Command. So again...who are you supposed to be?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 13:19:10 GMT -5
Ougi quickly allowed the smirk to settle into something more easygoing when Minkovski's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her. She was even putting a mildly flustered expression on her face, to calm the other blinker's nerves if anything. "Now now, don't look at me like that. I'm the same as you, I came from my own universe and I'm stuck here whether I like it or not." In an attempt to put the conversation back on her own track, she searched for something, anything, to say that would gain her a little trust. The trust was as usual undeserved, but at least she kept her malicious attitude subdued. She could come off as pretty innocent if she tried, especially since she was merely a fifteen year old in a school uniform. "You're from Earth, correct? I am too." One hand was brought up to her chest so that she gestured to herself. She halted her steps when she was only about a meter away, bringing her hands together behind her back--if you could call them hands and not just bundles of sleeve. "This is a strange place. You'll soon learn things can happen here you may never have imagined. But I have no reason to lie to you when I say that it can be dangerous. Stick with me, and I will help you," she offered, picking her words carefully and succinctly.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 15, 2019 13:35:39 GMT -5
Nightwisher Retaining a rather unphased manor, he sighed, "And here I thought we were having a simple discussion of different perspectives." He softly admitted. "I just wanted to hear your perspective and thoughts to this scenario, with the hope that you would then bring up another perspective." He raised his hands , shrugging with his shoulders. It was a more modern day gesture he had picked up from the kids, one he found to be better then walking away as he usually would. "On the other hand, you provided me with more knowledge of a possibility which can and most likely will happen at some point in time. For that I thank you." He smiled with a small dip of the head as he remained seated. "Understanding this new information too indicates that the farming of souls strongly pertained to Hades" He softly commented. " "Camio wanted conquest, Gaap desired a living puppet show, and tzitzimime wanted simple destruction." So did Cromwell... "Provided with your glimpse into the definition of humanity, it never ceases to fascinate me." He crossed his arms shaking his head with a small frown. "Such a shame that majority of the underworld is gone..." He noticed a few strands of hair fall out of place. Quietly he proceeded to address that by gracefully setting the hair behind his ear. "I do disagree however with your notion of sparing my life." He shifted gears, his scarlet gaze softening. "I find that to be a wonderful act of kindness you committed today. While I may have spoken out of place with your ill manners, overtime you will truly mellow out and become a better individual to whom your husband to be will truly appreciate." He spoke with a graceful appreciative tone. "I will have Frankenstein forward you a gift in due time." He casually addressed with a soft smile. That man needs a new challenge anyways...we're running out of challenges...
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 13:53:59 GMT -5
At this point, Minkovski had to admit that she had no idea what was going on. Not even a guess - what kind of technology could accomplish something like this? Teleportation? This place... Her attention snapped back to Ougi when she mentioned Earth. Now that was interesting. She still thought the girl was more than she appeared to be - that bit seemed obvious given her strange attitude and the fact that she’d known her name. And she hadn’t answered the question of who she was directly. ‘I’m the same as you’, and ‘I’m from Earth’, but not a straight answer. No, she didn’t seem to have many of those. “Okay,” she said slowly, calculating her response carefully. “So let’s say I buy what you’re saying. You’re from Earth, you’re stuck here too, you wanna help me. If all that!s true...and I did decide to stick with you - what would that mean? What do we do in this place?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 15, 2019 14:27:32 GMT -5
Ougi kept her feet together and her hands behind her back, maintaining a restrained posture. She wasn't aggressive, at least, and she wasn't planning to lie, but she did want to see what this newcomer had to offer. There was little pause between Minkovski's questioning and her answer, but in reality she had to think on her feet about what she said next. "Want to help you? But I already have. Some of the beings who appear here will pick a fight with you without a second thought." Which segued into her answer: "What we do in this place... is wait to return to our own universes. There are good people here, and bad people, and sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. You will run into them all whether you like it or not, because there's nowhere else to go." One hand was drawn out from behind her back to gesture near her head, the cuff of her sleeve drooping. "Nowhere except into the rooms, which are built to kill you. But who knows, maybe one of them leads to the answers we're searching for." The way she delivered the last line, it almost sounded like she was prompting Minkovski to try it out. But she continued before she could accept or decline. "I understand why I might seem suspicious. I've been appearing here for a long time, so I am not as phased as others." Rather than a hurried explanation, it was an earnest one. Despite her typical interrogative attitude, Ougi was practically human, and as such had recently been searching for ways to empathize with them and rationalize her divergent personality.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 15, 2019 15:18:13 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur"I see..." Elliot mentally noted. To find a race with identical weaknesses he couldn't help but see that as a concern from a wartime perspective. Being a general he could see this information valuable to any world in terms of strategy. Following the reassurance of resistance overtime he couldn't help but let out a small relieved sigh as a child would when discovering their favorite character survived. "I'd hate to learn from you that vampires were going extinct without a way to resist these common weaknesses." He softly voiced his concern. He still had some appreciation for vampires of other worlds. Nodding now he replied in between, "Yes, offspring is a possibility. Whether it be two vampires or a vampire and non vampire. Having two different parents widens the possibility for the children's abilities and weaknesses. Hence why some vampires can shapeshift, others can use elemental abilities. While it may appear like the mixed children have more benefits, which is true, they too carry the strongest flaw. They are forced to submit to anyone of higher and purer blood. If the child moves away from vampires and the process of that bloodline weds non vampires, eventually over an extended period of time a vampire blood will cease to exist. Perhaps they physical body will age at a slower pace, by a couple years at most, but by that time the offspring have done away with their origins of our people." He set his cold hand along his right cheek. "It may seem like a bad thing to have vampires overtime disappear due to their offspring linage but just as we loose a few we gain a few. It's surprisingly a cycle or a way of life as the nomads call it." With his other arm he wrapped it around his waist now doing a half cross arm. "Spurious on the other hand are created beings. Whether they be human or non human prior to being turned, those prior abilities do carry over. But similar to children born of two non vampires, Spurious will always be forced to submit to anyone of higher blood. It is only their future offspring that have a higher chance of submitting to a lesser extent. Aside from submission to anyone of higher blood, Spurious cannot end their creators. " He began tapping against his cheek, with the hand still rested against his face. "Spurious can become powerful beings to their own race, but when it comes to race whom created them, they are unfortunately open game. For this reason Spurious live in other worlds, or live away from the political sphere, in other instances they serve their masters or find someone whom to serve for a sorts of protection. The possibilities are very wide." He shrugged now with disinterest. "Pushing aside the confusing blood, we have the reserved elites at the top. They unlike everything else they are a bit more "straight forward." He proceeded to use air quotes. "Reserved is not even a word to describe the lengths of these closed groups, mingling with each other and assuring that their offspring produce a high quality result. Since this exclusive group has remained strongly closed, their abilities to force anyone below them into submission is very much the reason why they are feared among the vampires." He couldn't help but look up while rolling his eyes. "While technically one individual per family gets to be the head, everyone else in these families get ahold of something. Land, territory, or go off to other worlds to run matters under their family names. It is normally the elites who go around creating Spurious for their own agendas." The clear distaste was back. "Regardless of their agendas they all come to serve the one individual set at the top of all matters-" He jerked his head elsewhere thinking he herd something, it was most likely his imagination. "-anyways.." Keeping his usual unemotional demeanor, "Are the vampires of your world emotional?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 15, 2019 15:26:59 GMT -5
“I see...” Waiting to go home. Good people and bad ones. Things set up to kill you around every corner. It was almost laughable how much what she was describing was just like an average day on the Hephaestus. Apparently, the universe had decided that her life still wasn’t quite surreal enough. She stood up, looking around, eyes narrowed in thought. “Hang on. So this is a room, right? A house, with walls. So....we should be able to break out, right? Given enough time, and effort, we could break these walls even if we couldn’t find a door or window. Has anybody ever tried that before?” It seemed such an obvious solution, she was sure the girl would confirm it had been tried before, with no results or bad ones. But as Price & Carter #37 would state, every question had to be asked. Every potential had to be explored.
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